Jun 6, 2017

What Do I See Over the Horizon...

Hello there, my loyal minions! At this point perhaps I should say "... my loyal minion". That is assuming that my mother actually reads this blog. Here's hoping that life is treating everyone well in 2017. Ours has had some ups and a couple of downs, but nothing that has not been, or cannot be overcome.  Monica and I went back to our favorite home away from home, Barcelona, back in February.  We simply cannot get enough of that place!  This time we convinced our mothers to come with us so that they could get a glimpse of what we find so inspiring about the heart of Catalonia. They were indeed impressed!  At some point in the future I may write about what a "metal" city Barcelona is.  Our friends from the Day of Doom festival, Samo and Jose, were both kind enough to take time from their busy schedules to show us around and keep us entertained as they have every time we've been to visit. Saludos mis amigos, and good luck with the next Day of Doom.

Jan 26, 2017

Bass In Your Face:

Loincloth have made another step toward the completion of their next collection of future classics in the world of "music worth paying attention to" after my trip last weekend up to Tannon's makeshift home studio.  We recorded the last of our bass ideas in his living room by using the black magic of modern technology, along with the sacrificial offering of a few lesser mammals.  Fear not, no computers were harmed during the production of our latest album.  We are not monsters.  We understand the value of home computers versus the life of an otherwise useless animal.  We also recognize that computers have fragile egos that require massaging from time to time in order to minimize those frustrating moments during which everything you thought you understood about recording software flies out the window as your screen locks up, teasing you with the fear of losing what you just spent hours working on.  Yes, blood sacrifices are necessary.  One mustn't upset the techno-gods.

Jan 6, 2017

Chugging Along in 2017

Alright fellow Pounderers, now that all of the smoke has cleared from your New Year's festivities and the last remaining mystery from the night is whose idea it was to bring a party donkey, life has hopefully begun to return to something a little more normal for you.  We can keep the donkey thing between the two of us, at least until all the charges are dropped.  We don't judge around here.  In case you didn't know, unlike the inflatable kind, real donkeys can become unpredictable when they drink.  I think most people would understand why you both had awful hangovers, and why your New Year's Resolution is what it is.

NyQuil was the drug of choice at the Shelton household New Year's Eve as I chose to be sick that entire weekend. Waterworks, not fireworks ruled the night.  The kind that drip from your nose.  You know, the sexy kind.  While I did miraculously stay up to see midnight even after believing I might not see nine o' clock, I did not see twelve thirty.  Now Monica is sick. I made it look so damned cool she wanted to get in on the action.  Maybe we'll be done with all of that for the rest of 2017 and we can focus on world domination, horror movies and Mexican food. Our desires are simple, you see.